Hustler Groove - Apollo 440

It was full moon in the middle of June

In the summer of ‘59

I was young and cool

Shot a bad game of pool

And hustled all the chumps I could find

The main hustler’s rule is don’t blow your cool

I partied hard

And packed a mean rod

And played the horses at the track

I’ve won at cards, against tremendous odds

My favorite game was black jack!

Yes, I was hound studs dream!

A hustler supreme!

There wasn’t no game that couldn’t I couldn’t play

And if I caught a man cheatin'

I would give ‘em a beatin'

And I might even blow him away!

The main hustler’s rule is don’t blow your cool

Back when I was young and cool

Dancing to the hustlers groove (x2)

And not a time flew by

And it was soon July

And the days grew funky and hot

And me and Spoon

We played it cool

And I taught him to shoot pool

Till he could soon sink three in one shot

Kept him under wraps

Till he had master shooting craps

And could deal a winning hand

We would practice all day

And at night we would play

Poker, Tonk and Cooncan

When I was young and cool

Dancing to the hustlers groove (x2)

Don’t blow your cool!

Back when I was young and cool

Dancing to the hustlers groove (x2)

Don’t blow your cool!

Now you could feel all the tension

Building up at the convention

As the hustlers began to arrive

Must have been 9000 or more

That came to the door

The time was 11:55

There were pickpockets, dope peddlers, murderers and thieves

Card shark gamblers with aces up their sleeves

Bank robbers, burglars, boosters and pimps

Prostitutes and call girls and all kinds of nymphs

Loan sharks, swindlers, counterfeiters and fences

Crooked politicians spending campaign expenses

Hijackers, arsonists, bookies and the mob

And anybody else who ever killed, cheated or robbed

The main hustlers rule is don’t blow your cool

It was full moon in the middle of June

In the summer of ‘59

I was young and cool, shot a bad game of pool

And hustled all the chumps I could find